What a gorgeous weekend. Except for the inversion (and resulting air pollution), it could have been spring or summer. Amazing. I think my face got sunburned today from the glare of the window.
And like they say, time flies when you're having fun.
What did I write this weekend? A poem. Seriously. I wrote a parody of an old poem for Sue, and I spent quite some time obsessing over it.
(It turned out well, though . . . and I thought I'd never be able to do it.)
I need to get a notice out to the Writing Circle, get something ready to wear to work this week and get to bed at a reasonable hour. And in the meantime, the Australian Open started yesterday without my even realizing. I thought we had another week to wait.
So, another year, another Australian Open that I'm *NOT* seeing in person.
Maybe next year.
And on an entirely different note, seems that Sam also lied about a sexual relationship. And he's someone I actually think has some character and judgment. (Admittedly he had many reasons to lie, especially when age and gender are figured in.)
So what is it about honesty? Charlie and I had a conversation about human qualities yesterday, and I said honesty was the first to go, to be jettisoned in order to salvage other qualities, like self respect or dignity. Yeah, I know that doesn't make sense. But it seems to be true.
Le sigh, part deux.